Leaving the town of Descartes you cross the demarcation line which divided occupied France and the zone libre.
I pulled up quite sharp when I saw this memorial, as I suppose I must have crossed between the zones often enough before, but never seen it commemorated, and done effectively, with the barrier raised.
True Cartesian dualism!
Caroline
Oui! Descartes was born in Descartes! They named it after him and his birthplace is a nice-looking little museum, which for once was open when I got there. But I was too tired to go in (body the master of the mind), so I ate a tangerine and looked at the garden through the gate instead.